Chapter 404: Bullying the Weak and Fearing the Strong

"If you are interested, you can also participate in the magic conference, but with your attainments in thunder magic, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything.

Chang Xing's tone was extremely contemptuous, with an expression that looked down on Song Wen's thunder skills.

It seemed as if he had completely forgotten that Song Wen had saved his life with thunder.

Song Wendao said, "I'd better not participate, so as not to make people laugh."

Xing Chang said, "You do have some self-awareness. How have you considered guiding my son Lei Fa? Don't worry, I won't treat you badly."

While talking, Chang Xing threw a cloth bag to Song Wen.

"Here are a thousand spirit stones, which are considered as rewards from me."

Song Wen held the cloth bag in his hand and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

The cultivation he showed was that of a late-stage foundation-building monk.

With just a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, I wanted to teach him the thunder method.

When did Refa become so worthless?

The extent of Chang Xing's self-righteousness once again refreshed Song Wen's understanding.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to get the "Concentrating Thorn" through Xing Chang, Song Wen really wanted to slap him to death with one palm.

Song Wen put away the spirit stone and said.

"It's an honor for me to serve Mr. Xing. It's just why Mr. Xing chose to use thunder method to participate in the magic conference."

Chief Xing smiled proudly and said: "It is extremely rare for monks to have the talent of thunder. If you participate in the magic competition with thunder, you will definitely stand out among the many contestants and easily get a higher ranking."

Song Wen nodded in agreement, "Which thunder method does Mr. Xing want to start practicing?"

Xing Chang said, "Of course it's thunder in the palm."

Palm Thunder is the most advanced thunder method and can be practiced in the middle stage of Qi training.

"Master Xing has never even practiced Palm Thunder?" Song Wen asked in surprise.

"I haven't practiced yet," said Chief Xing.

"Then where did Mr. Xing know that his talent for thunder is outstanding?"

"As we all know, my father Xing Gaohan is good at thunder magic, and some of my brothers and sisters are also good at thunder magic. How can my talent for thunder magic be so bad!"

The confident look on Xing Chang's face, in Song Wen's opinion, revealed a hint of stupidity.

Such a stupid person could survive in the cruel world of immortal cultivation and advance to the late stage of foundation building.

I have to say that he has a good father and a strong family.

"Does Mr. Xing have the magic formula for palm thunder?" Song Wen asked.

"Of course there are magic tricks. I asked you to come here just to point out the fallacies in my technique." Xing Changdao.

Song Wendao said, "The thunder method is very powerful and can easily get out of control. How about we practice outside the city?"

Chang Xing shook his head repeatedly, "I can't go outside the city. After I was in danger last time, my mother banned me from leaving the city."

Song Wen was helpless, this guy was still a good baby.

"Then let's practice thunder in this small courtyard."

An hour later.

"Young Master Xing is truly a man of extraordinary talents."

Song Wen looked at the thunder light in Chief Xing's hand with a look of surprise on his face, and he was full of compliments.

Unexpectedly, as Chang Xing said, his talent for thunder magic is really not bad.

Of course, it's just not bad, and it's far from Song Wen.

After all, Song Wen's talent for thunder came from the bloodline of the sacred beast Kui Niu in Cang Niu.

The chief executioner raised his hand and threw the lightning high into the sky.

The thunder light soared upward until it reached an altitude of several hundred feet, when it suddenly exploded and turned into countless bright thunder lights.

It attracted the attention of many monks in Tingfeng Pavilion.

Chief Xing looked proud, "Everyone in the world says that the talent for thunder is rare, and the practice of thunder is even more difficult, but in my eyes, it is not worth mentioning at all!"

Right now.

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The door of the small courtyard was knocked from outside.

"Guest, Tingfeng Pavilion is a quiet and elegant place. Please do not use magic in Tingfeng Pavilion."

A clear and sweet voice sounded outside the door.

A maid with a beautiful face, about twenty years old, stood quietly outside the door of the small courtyard.

Chang Xing's expression suddenly changed and his eyes were cold.

"How can I, my master, allow you, a humble maid, to dictate what I do?"

He pinched the Thunder Jue, and in a moment, a ball of lightning as big as a bowl appeared in the palm of his hand.

Chang Xing raised his hand and waved, and lightning flew out.

"boom!"

Lightning fell on the courtyard gate.

The wooden courtyard door was as fragile as paper in front of the lightning spells released by the monks in the later stages of foundation building.

It suddenly turned into countless tiny fragments and shot towards the outside of the courtyard.

The poor maid was unable to resist the wood chips that were shot at her at such a rapid speed.

She could only watch helplessly as the sharp sawdust penetrated her body. She was riddled with wounds and her flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The wood chips dispersed, and the maid's figure disappeared without a trace.

Only the minced meat from that place proved that a beautiful maid had been here.

"Hmph! If you dare to interfere in my affairs, this is what will happen!"

The noise of Chief Xing's killing was not small, and it immediately attracted the attention of all the monks in Tingfeng Pavilion.

The figure flashed.

A female cultivator in her thirties appeared outside the small courtyard.

This woman has a voluptuous figure, scantily clad clothes, and a sexy feminine beauty in her behavior.

She glanced at the flesh and blood on the ground, her eyes as cold as frost, and looked at Chief Xing in the courtyard.

"Mr. Xing, if you kill me, the maid of Tingfeng Pavilion, you must give me an explanation."

Xing Chang sneered, "Bai Man, who do you think you are? Do you want me to explain to you? If you give me face, you are the owner of Tingfeng Pavilion; if you don't give me face, you are a slut who can be fucked by anyone."

Facing Xing Chang's bad words, Bai Man glared at him.

"Young Master Xing Chang is the descendant of the ancestor of the Xing family. I, a casual cultivator, naturally cannot afford to offend him. But Tingfeng Pavilion is the property of the eldest young master. If the eldest young master knows about what happened today, I wonder how he will feel."

In Fangzhu City, there is no one else who can bear the title of "eldest young master" except Xing Gaohan's legitimate son Xing Liren.

Xing Chang was a little surprised when he heard this. It was obvious that he had just heard that Tingfeng Pavilion was Xing Liren's property.

Then he became a little panicked and afraid.

"Tingfeng Pavilion is the property of my eldest brother?"

Bai Man sneered, "Whether it is true or not, Young Master Xing Chang will go back to the Xing family to inquire and he will naturally know."

In his heart, Xing Chang believed this matter eight points.

In Fangzhu City, no one dared to use the name of the Xing family to cheat, which was tantamount to seeking death.

He tried to stay calm and not let his cowardice show.

"Humph! It's just that a maid died. Can you blame me, brother?"

Xing Chang's tone was tough, but it was hard to hide his inner panic.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his sword light, soared into the sky, and hurriedly left Tingfeng Pavilion.

Looking at Xing Chang's back, Song Wen's understanding of him deepened.

Bully the weak and fear the strong!

Song Wen looked at Bai Man and bowed.

"Boss Bai, this matter has nothing to do with me."

Bai Man nodded slightly, without saying much, and let Song Wen fly away on the sword.

Song Wen thought that the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, the next day he received a message from Xing Chang, inviting him to Tingfeng Pavilion to teach him thunder magic.

"How could Chief Xing be so forgetful? He just lost face at Tingfeng Pavilion yesterday, but today he is offering himself to us again. Could it be that he has found a backer and is now fearless?"